Frenched (9 page)

He smiled seductively before peeling my jeans and underwear all the way off, and I said a quick prayer of thanks that I’d kept my pre-wedding wax appointment. For the first time ever, I was totally bare.

“Just lie back and relax, love.” He slid my legs apart, planting a kiss on my left inner thigh, then my right. “Tell me if something feels good and scream all you want.”

My eyes were already rolling back in my head as I felt the tip of his tongue tracing the seam straight up my center. I clutched at the pillow over my face, clenching and unclenching my fingers as he did it again and again with slow, deliberate strokes. Then he flattened the entire velvet surface of his tongue on my tingling sex, licking me from bottom to top, savoring me as if I were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

No one had ever,
ever
made me feel this beautiful, this cherished, this out of my mind with desire. Tucker had gone down on me a few times, but somehow it had always felt like he was doing me a favor, which made it less enjoyable. I mean, knowing that he was probably more worried about getting a wet spot on the bed than getting me to come took a little something away from the experience. And he was always so tentative—like he was afraid to really go for it.

But Lucas… Jesus Christ, Lucas was a new world.

I moaned into the pillowcase as he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit, not on it directly, just teasing little circles that had blood rushing through my lower body, the muscles tightening with need. He kept taunting me that way until I couldn’t handle the ache any longer and I threw the pillow aside. “Lucas,” I begged.

But instead of hitting the target like I wanted him to, he slid one finger inside me, making me suck in my breath. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Better than wine.”

Smiling, I exhaled. “Impossible.”

He slid a second finger in next to the first, moving them in some magical way that made my entire body nearly numb with pleasure, while his lips plucked softly at my hot, humming bundle of nerves.

I looked down at him, nearly losing control at the sight of his dark head between my thighs, at the playful but hungry way he devoured me. “Oh my
god
, Lucas.
It feels fucking amazing.
”

“Mmmmm. Good.” Then he zeroed in on the bulls-eye, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before licking me with one long, hard stroke, and then another, keeping a steady, driving rhythm with his hand.

“Oh God, yes!” I lifted my hips to meet his thrusting fingers and hot tongue. Every muscle in my lower body tensed as he took me higher and higher. My hands clawed at the bedspread so fiercely I thought my fingernails might go right through it. “Jesus, Lucas! I’m going to come!”

He moaned, the vibration sending me to the crest of the first wave, and I cried out. My head dropped back as he sucked on my clit and twisted his fingers inside me, pushing me over the top. Closing my fists in his hair, I screamed and throbbed and pointed my toes, riding out the longest, most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

And not once did I worry about a wet spot.

“I think I’m dead,” I said after my body had finally stopped convulsing. “You’ll have to bury me at Père Lachaise next to that president.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” My eyes were closed, the silver stars still fading. “God, I didn’t even know an orgasm like that was possible.”

“Good.”

I popped up on my elbows and look at him. The fact that his hair was tousled and his mouth was shiny and wet sent fresh lust careening through me. “And now I want another one. So come here. And leave your pants there.”

He smiled. “This is one time I’m not going to argue with you, princess.”

I watched, biting my bottom lip, as he undressed all the way and pulled back the covers so we could slip between the sheets. Once his warm, naked body was stretched out next to mine, I ran a hand down his chest and stomach and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard cock. Willing myself to have patience, I went slow at first, planting kisses on his chest, in the crook of his neck, beneath his ear. I sucked his earlobe and pumped my hand up and down his long shaft. “And your body is fucking amazing, and your tongue—don’t even get me started on your tongue.”

“Good, because I can’t keep it off you.” He brought a hand to my hip and slid it up to my breast, squeezing it, teasing my nipple with his fingers. Then he took it in his mouth, biting down with a force just the other side of gentle.

Gasping, I squeezed his flesh a little harder, and he began to thrust into my hand, making me hot with impatience. “God, I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

“Mmm.” He slipped his fingers between my legs, where I was already wet and warm and aching for him.

“Lucas,” I rasped. Now.”

“Shhh.” He plunged his fingers into me with a steady rhythm, sucking on one nipple and then the other until I felt the tension pulling low and tight inside me once more, and I knew if I didn’t stop him, I’d explode again in less than a minute. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to—but I wanted him inside me first.

“Lucas.” I fell to my back and shimmied beneath him. “Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Let me get a condom.”

“You have ten seconds.” I shut my eyes. “Nine. Eight…”

By the time I got to one, he was centering himself at my core, and my entire body shivered with anticipation. I couldn’t remember ever having two orgasms in one night, but I believed if anyone could take me there, Lucas could.

“Mia.” Bracing his hands near my shoulders, he pushed slowly inside, and I gasped at the way he stretched and filled me, at the way his unhurried pace allowed me to feel every sensation so fully. It felt so different, so
good
to have someone willing to take his time. Someone to care about fulfilling my needs, someone who wanted to please me.

Someone who whispered my name in awe as he held himself deep within me.

Actually, I think I did die. Because this feels like heaven.

I turned my face to the side, fighting the urge to climax three seconds after he started circling his hips, grinding his pelvic bone on the spot that had me buzzing and twitching like a live wire.

I’d never been with a musician before, but Jesus Christ…Lucas’s rhythm and timing were fucking phenomenal. Not to mention the way he moved, with perfect control and a muscular, predatory grace.

“Oh my God.” Panting, I ran my hands all over his body, his arms and neck and back, his perfect ass, digging my fingernails into his flesh, my body on fire. “I’m trying so hard not to scream in your ear.”

“I’ll be insulted if you don’t.”

I laughed, and then cried out as he began to thrust harder and faster. A strangled moan sounded at the back of his throat, and I brought my knees up to take him deeper.

“Oh yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Lucas. Yes. Yes!” With each word, my volume rose, the storm within me raging stronger. “Oh my God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

And then, the most incredible thing in the world—Lucas’s ragged breaths became pants and then primal sounds and then loud, uncontrollable shouts every time he rocked into me, and I realized it was possible we were going to come together, like
at the same time
. Like in a fucking book or a movie!

Suspended just before the peak of my orgasm, I willed my body to wait for him, and the few seconds I lingered there were equal parts agony and rapture, such that I nearly wept with the effort. Finally, I could bear it no longer and sailed over the top, screaming his name as I pulled him into me, my face buried in his neck, my body tightening around his.

And it happened. It fucking happened.

Just as the rhythmic contractions of my body subsided, Lucas buried himself deep inside me and I felt his cock begin to throb. He moaned long and hard, his movement reduced to tiny little thrusts that redoubled the strength of my climax. Wave after wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure coursed through my body, and I imagined it coursing through his too, as if we were sharing the same current of sexual electricity. My mouth hung open in utter shock, and stars—no, entire fucking galaxies—exploded in front of my eyes.

Eventually our bodies stilled and our hearts stopped threatening to burst right out of our chests, but I still couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.

Not only had I just had the best sex of my entire life, including two name-screaming, hair-pulling, sheet-clawing orgasms, but I’d learned something.

The simultaneous O.

Was not. A myth.

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“Again,” I demanded.

“Again? I’ve done it twice already.”

“Again. I can’t get enough.”

Lucas rolled his eyes but strummed the opening chords to La Vie En Rose once more on his guitar, and I gleefully clapped my hands. We were sitting on the floor in the living room sharing a plate of grapes—they’re called
raisins
in French, how weird is that?—and tearing off pieces of a baguette that Lucas said was from yesterday so it was too old to eat, but it tasted fine to me. Better than fine. In fact, I declared it Best. Baguette. Ever.

I was experiencing a bit of Post Second Orgasm Euphoria.

“I want to know what the lyrics mean.” I popped another grape in my mouth. “I think you should sing it for me too this time.”

Lucas shook his head. “I don’t really know the lyrics by heart or I would, although I’m not a very good singer.”

I smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t be critical. You have plenty of other talents.”

Grinning, Lucas strummed one more chord before muting the strings with his hands. “Wait.” Getting to his feet, he laid the guitar on the couch and went into the bedroom. He returned with a laptop, set it on the little table in front of the window, and opened it up.

While he searched for the song, I started to brush the crumbs off the button-down shirt he’d given me to put on, but then I felt guilty since his floors were so clean. Getting to my feet, I picked up the hem of the shirt so they wouldn’t spill everywhere and went to the kitchen to drop them into the garbage. Returning to the rug, I picked up the plate, threw grape stems away, and put it in the tiny dishwasher, admiring the sparkling counters and clean sink again. I’d never have guessed when I first saw Lucas at the bar that his apartment would be so neat. His tidiness was such a nice surprise, it inspired a new list.

Well, that and his tongue.

5 Awesome Things About Lucas

1) He always kisses me at least once on each cheek when he says hello.

2) He knows about wine, history, cathedrals, music, and love stories. (Bonus points for deadly historical blowjob as well as for family owning a vineyard.)

3) He opens doors for me and always allows me to enter a room first.

4) His apartment is beautiful and immaculate, even the bathroom.

5) He knows how to give me multiple orgasms and doesn’t give a fuck about a wet spot. In fact, he’s proud of them.

“Found it.”

A moment later, I heard the scratchy sound of an old recording and then the opening strains of the song. A huge grin stretched my lips, and I walked around the counter into the living room just as Lucas straightened up. The sight of him, wearing jeans but no shirt, barefoot, his curls messed and lying any which way, made my stomach flip.

“Dance with me.”

He shook his head. “I’m an even worse dancer than singer, I’m afraid.”

“I don’t care. Please?” I held out my hand, and he grimaced but took it, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his other arm around me. In my bare feet, my eyes were level with his chin, which meant I could comfortably rest my head on his shoulder. “You’re so easy,” I teased. “All it takes is ‘please’ to get you to do something.”

“You better be nice or I’m not going to tell you what the lyrics mean,” he warned.

I kissed his scruffy chin. “Sorry. I’ll be nice.”

Closing my eyes, I tipped my head onto his shoulder again and listened as he translated the lyrics for me, and the gist of it was that life looks different when you’re in love. Better. Prettier. Although just like this afternoon, my mind drifted from what he was saying to how he said it. How his voice sometimes cracked when he spoke low and soft. How he held me to his chest so closely I could feel his heartbeat. How he swayed to the song’s old-fashioned rhythm, turning us in a slow circle in front of the windows.

My cheek warmed on his bare skin, and I felt something start to stir within me. It had to be going on three AM, and I was drowsy and satisfied, yet I couldn’t stop myself from kissing his shoulder, his collarbone, his neck.

Lucas stood still as I kissed my way up to his lips, then he took my head in his hands, bringing his mouth to mine. Between us I felt his cock begin to thicken and rise and press against my pelvic bone. My lower body clenched involuntarily.

“Mmmmm, Lucas?” I turned my head and his mouth moved along my jaw and down my neck.

“Yeah?” His breathing had gone ragged.

“I know I’ve already had my star turn and one encore already, and I don’t want to be greedy, but can we do it again?”

Instead of answering, he walked backward and sat on the couch, pulling me down onto his lap. I straddled him, one knee on either side of his hips, and he began unbuttoning my shirt.

“The couch, really?” I couldn’t help but be amazed. We’d closed the drapes and all, but Tucker would never have done it on an expensive couch, and this one looked like a nice antique. “You’re not worried about…getting something on it?”

“Do I seem worried?” He didn’t even pick his head up from my chest, where he was already dragging his tongue over one nipple and twisting the other one between his fingers. Fuck, I loved his mouth and hands on me. His breath on my skin.

“No.”

“There’s your answer.”

I smiled, holding his head to my chest as he nibbled and sucked and bit, circling my hips, rubbing against the erection straining against his jeans. This feels fucking amazing—maybe he’ll let me stay on top.

Yet another thing Tucker did not enjoy, at least never with me.

Lucas brought his lips back to mine, and I gripped the back of the couch, riding him even harder and feeling him push up to meet me. “Let me get up for one second,” he whispered.

When he returned, he kicked off his jeans and pulled me right back where I was.

I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting hallelujah.

After helping him roll the condom on, I slowly lowered my body onto his long, solid cock, my breath caught in my throat. Lucas closed his eyes as I sank down, his expression almost pained. He kept his hands on my hips, but he didn’t push.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t know if I can even look at you.”

I smiled. “Why?”

“Because you’re so gorgeous, and your body’s so perfect, and you’re so tight and wet and oh fuck, don’t move yet…”

But I’d gotten all the way down, gasping at how deep I was able to take him, and couldn’t resist rocking my hips a little, just to tease him. “Mmm, Lucas.”

“Fuck.” His cock pulsed once inside me.

“I love the way that feels,” I whispered, squeezing him with my core muscles.

“Mia.” My name fell from his lips before he kissed me long and hard and deep, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. He threaded his fingers through my hair as I began to raise and lower myself, sliding up and down his shaft. “Oh God. Just wait—don’t move,” he begged, curling his fists and pulling on my hair.

I didn’t want it to end yet either, so after lowering myself all the way down again, I stayed where I was, reveling in the feel of him so deep and thick within me. He reached between us with one hand and rubbed his thumb over my clit, keeping the other fingers furled tight in my hair.

“Oh my God, how do you know exactly how to touch me?” I whimpered. “Did you read some kind of instruction manual somewhere and memorize it?” His thumb moved quicker, and I could feel the orgasm beginning to build.

“Fuck, Lucas.” I had to move. If I made him come too soon, so be it—I wouldn’t be that far behind. Pumping my hips over his, I grabbed his shoulders and held on. He slid his hands around to my ass and gripped me tight, shoving into me so hard his hips came off the couch. I rocked faster and faster, until the burning hot pressure within me built up so much I cried out, desperate for release.